Whats Real

i stay up all night

thinking in my head

maybe i shouldnt wake up

i should just stay in bed

im fucking worthless i already know its true i would do anything to just

be apart of you

and thats true, came from the bottom from the soul, but the sole of my shoe

its was a little town and i had to grow up with you, i was never taught to not

do the the things i shouldnt do, they told me no and i did it and then after

i knew it was true

i had to practice my raps just to get them perfect even though i knew i

wouldnt be big because im fucking worthless

i never did good in school all i did was sit there even though i knew

i was doing it wrong i still sat there

i could do anything is what my parents said

but they dont know anything thats going through my head

and its about them they just got a divorce, my dad say he has no money

but in the garage lays a porsche

he just bought all this shit

but he cant buy me lunch

he yells at me if i do as little as not cleaning off the sponge

and thats pretty fucked up

i have to do every chore in the fucking house and even after i would be

suprised if h let me go out

i have a girlfreind, i wanna stay in touch i want to see her every day but

people think there the judge

you should break up with her and fucking leave her, people say shes not

the one trust me you cant believe her

but i can, and i will, so all of ya'll can shut the hell up and fucking chill

beause i made a promise to stay with her and im real

people think im fragile but harder to bend then steel, you cant even

fucking roll me if i was a wheel.

told me to write whats real, so ima let it all out and have more bars than

Shakespeare

and you better hear me out, use both fucking ears, im afraid of spiders but

more afraid of queers, those are my fears

now lets change gears

 

pause

 

talk about where i would be if my dad never drank that beer, not here, id

be somewhere different

i might actully be worth something, and not so ignorant

thats the truth, and thats my real, im passing it to you,

lookin at my baby pictures thinking to myself, where would i be if i could

cast fucking spells, maybe id have wealth, and maybe i would finally

be on top of the shelf, have wealth, i hate when people say im amazing

because i have health, cause if you were me and the clock strikes twelve

you would fucking realize that i hate myself. yeah

but i feel alone in a world full of fakes with people i love leaving

and people dying of aids while i sit in the same place and repeat the same

thing making the same fucking mistakes that i made a week ago to

fuck up my day

i would run but i have nowhere to go to and i would love o show people

my raps but i have no one to flow to

i was a dumb kid, i still cant grow up, everyday is a new day but dont feel

old enough to get into the club

the older you get the less you feel smoking a cigarette and shed a tear

while you sit in the parking lot alone with a beer

where you life now x2

sittin on the roof taking pictures i have one friend

every day kinda just sitting waiting for the end

i wanna be cool so i save up money to buy the latest trend but the longer i

wait the price higher it gets

people think of wow your no innocent but ive never even had sex and never

did anything bed not 1 cigarette

my days gets harder and i try to forget but the more i stay awake the worse

it gets

i wanna stay true

but i dont wanna be me i wanna be you

but the world is an obsticale and im halfway through

and when you finally finish the skies blue

but well dude

i wanna sit in paradise nude giving zero fucks drinking coconut juice

good luck with that though